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Silent Glory 1

Place of Wonders

Shadows lilting like caroling song

Whispers Transcend the unspoken calm

As sunlit dapples of subdued shine

Glint in a litany sublime

Amid this Grove

Of forgotten Rhyme.




~ Morgan ~

Beautiful Original Photographaphy found on Pinterest. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the original photographer.  Thank you ~

Where Love Walks – #InspirationalMeditations


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There are so many in this world who are alone. So many who are sad, lost, hurting, and they may ask ‘Where is God?’ ‘Why is there so much suffering?’  ‘Why are so many in need?’ ‘ Why does  God who is supposed to be all loving allow so much misery?’  ‘Where is He?’

He/She/Universal Love is not far, aloft in the distant cosmos, disconnected and unfeeling. God, whatever or however you think of God, is not some metaphysical apparition. God is Love, love is God; and yet, if God is love why does he seem to not love?  Why are there so many situations that are devoid of love?

I recently had an accident where I wound up in the emergency room. (A Segway accident while on holiday that resulted in several cracked ribs)  After several hours of pain and tears, I was being discharged and a woman was coming in at the same time. She was extremely angry, but also sad at the same time, though it was harder to see than the anger. She was cursing at the security guards and saying unkind things to the nurse who was helping me to the car. The nurse apologized to me for her behavior, but I wasn’t offended by it. Instead I empathized with her and felt a deal of compassion for her.  I wanted to say something, to share some measure of kindness with her. Some offering of love, but I didn’t.

I was very fortunate when the accident that sent me to the ER happened. I was with people who could help me and was surprised by how many strangers stopped to offer their aid, but the woman I met in the ER had no one. Little wonder she felt alone, and it’s not surprising she said the things she did, things like she didn’t matter and that love doesn’t exist. I remained silent, perhaps because of my own pain, but I continued to think about her.

Of course she matters. We all do; and of course Love exists, because even now I’m still thinking about her. Love, much like God, isn’t distant and set apart. Love abides in each of us, waiting to be shared.  It reaches out in the hands that tend. It pronounces itself in kindness. It whispers of its existence through compassionate glances and unspoken empathy.

Perhaps this is why there are so many in need?  Not because Love doesn’t exist, but to give us the opportunity to prove that it does.

Wherever Love Goes
It Urges Mercy and Justice.

Whenever Love Speaks
It Sings Kindly and Gently.

Whatever Love Teaches
It Inspires Honesty, Truth, and Encouragement.

Whatever Love Gives
It Fills with Compassion and Generosity.

May Love Walk with us, Speak Through us,
Teach our Spirits to Sing Harmoniously,

And Give Selflessly
So we may Never Walk Alone.


Although the past few weeks have been extremely difficult because I’ve been in constant pain, I am finally mending and will be able to return to my normal routine of writing soon!


#DarkFey #CoverContest

During my recovery period ( I’ve suffered two cracked ribs on holiday last week 😮) I discovered that Dark Fey The Reviled has been included in the AuthorsDB Cover Contest. 😆

If you like the cover, might you be willing to pop by via the link and vote for it please ? (Once on the site, you’ll only need to scroll down to find the vote button) I very much appreciate your time and support.

Thanks ever so 😊

#Free #5Star #Epic #Fantasy- Dark Fey Breaking into the Light

Dark Fey Breaking Into The Light, book three of the #AwardWinning #Epic #Fantasy is currently #FREE

Simply brilliant” – Rabia Tanveer, Readers’ Favorite

“A tale of battle, redemption, and an empathetic look at one’s stance against “evil”, this book will appeal to fantasy fans who like a story that makes them think. Full of fanciful creatures, strange languages and exotic names, the story is a philosophical twist on the perennial tale of dark versus light.” – Book Review Directory Editorial Reviews

Emily and the Gnomes by S. D. Michaels


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Biologist Emily Dickens is a conservationist who works tirelessly against the destruction of the planet Valencia and the near extinction of its wildlife. The battle seems hopeless until a young goddess from the sister world of Terra hears her pleas and sends out a small army of the most unlikely rescuers. There’s only one problem – Emily has grown up in a world that was abandoned thousands of years ago by its ruling goddesses. It will take a little enchantment and a lot of faith for Emily to start healing her planet again and sending its creatures to the only safe haven she can find.

A Brief Excerpt from the book:

Jabaz: father of all the gods, creator of all the heavens and the cosmos, journeyed through the glimmering lights of his universe.

He’d done this so many times before, making each of his worlds a little different from the others.  But this one, this one was for Ava, the youngest of his daughters, the most ambitious, and for the time being, his favorite.

“She wants plants,” he said, waving a hand and covering the planet with various types of foliage, trees, bushes, ground cover, and even plants to live in the water. “And seas teeming with living creatures, and birds to fill the sky. And let there be beasts to live and roam the lands,” he said, glancing beside him at his daughter. “And let there be no humans to bring them harm, but little Gnomes to guard and care for my creation.”

Ava smiled and kissed her father’s cheek. “Perfect,” she said, with excitement. “It’s just like Emily’s world of Valencia.  Well, kind of.”

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 Author Bio:

S.D. Michaels was born in Denver, Colorado, and in 1977 Michaels moved to Western Washington to study Marine Biology Technology and instantly fell in love with the beautiful and tranquil waters of Puget Sound. Labeling himself an environmental enthusiast Michaels has dedicated his World of Valencia series to helping children learn about the world around them using a make-believe world to talk about real-world environmental problems, such as pollution and animal extinction. He is also the author of a six novelette series titled People of Miranda Records.

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The Clans of Arcadia by Arwen Chandler


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With one dark spell, life in Arcadia changes in the blink of an eye. Yesterday, Karn had it all. Today he has nothing.

No longer able to watch from the sidelines, the goddess Lorna reclaims her champion, Karn Elohite, as her chosen warrior. The second son of a battle-hardened chieftain, Karn Elohite, was content to lead a life away from his clan until he met her. She changed his entire world, and now his world is crashing at his feet.

The Viper of the Maekel clan has unleashed his mage Magnus upon all of Arcadia leaving a path of destruction in their wake. Now, Karn must find the strength to stop them, and choose between honoring the woman he loved or finding solace in the arms of the enemy – a woman, who finds herself struggling at her own crossroads.

The goddess has called for the reign of dragon riders to begin again, but will Karn accept his fate, or stay trapped in the past?

Remnant is a story set in a world as dangerous as George R.R. Martin’s Westeros, and as magical as J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth. Not since the dawning of Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonflight, has a story hatched from the world of dragons like Remnant. Do you dare come inside?



Darkness has fallen on Arcadia. Yet, Karn Elohite stands strong.

He leads his beloved Lilia, clansman Ian, and dragon Aslaug on a quest through Langerhorn to unleash the power of the dragon riders.

Langerhorn, the ancestral home of the gods, is home of ancient dragons, faeries, and elves.

Will the trio survive their quest, and save Arcadia? Or will Magnus and Fridtjof destroy everything while they are away?

Quest is a story set in a world as dangerous as George R.R. Martin’s Westeros, and as magical as J.R.R. Tolkien’s Middle Earth. Not since the dawning of Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonflight, has a saga hatched from the world of dragons like The Clans of Arcadia. Do you dare to walk within?

Fans of A Game of ThronesLord of the Rings, and Dragonflight will love Quest!

Quest is the second book in The Clans of Arcadia series.


Excerpt Description of Realm (Remnant: The Clans of Arcadia) –Farthest westward area of the Elohite ancestral home.

The first rays of light crept over the mountains chasing back the darkness and bathing the cabin in warmth. In the pre-dawn half-light, birds gathered in the branches of the hemlock growing closest to the front window. Their chatter noised through the house and hinted that an early spring might arrive in the mountain region between Erisai and Bardai.

Inside the cabin, the shell of the previous night’s firewood glowed red, and the warm scent of pine still lingered in the air. Its remnants threatened to crumble into ash at any moment.

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Excerpt from book two:

Lilia slowed her breathing, trying to slow her heartbeat, then glanced through the clearing. “It’s amazing.”

Karn nodded. “Yes, it is.”

Towering trees covered in deep emerald green moss stood as sentries around the lagoon. Boulders of every size poked out of the water, covered in soft green and yellow hues of lichen, and the rushing rumble of a small waterfall filled the air. The lagoon itself was a deep blue sapphire, and soft wisps of fog rolled across its glassy surface.

Majestic flowering trees surrounded the water. Royal poincianas, hibiscus, plumeria, and hydrangea, created a stunning bouquet near the edge of the forest. The heavy floral scent of the blooming flowers was pleasant but slightly overpowering. However, their presence only increased the majesty of the hidden lagoon.

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About Arwen Chandler: Arwen Chandler is a fantasy, urban paranormal, and space opera author. She loves creating worlds, and painting pictures with words. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys painting, knitting, and boogie boarding at the beach. Arwen lives in South Texas with her family and cat Solomon T’Challa.

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BEFORE THE BOY The Chilling Prequel to the Inspiring Moon Singer Trilogy by B. ROMAN


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Even in death a mother guides her son through triumphs and tragedies to his true destiny.

Billie Nickerson must accept her own mortality as the only way she can assure her son will receive the intuitive gifts he was born to inherit, to save her family – and perhaps the world – from a disastrous fate. But learning that she has died too soon creates a Karmic crisis as Billie tries to escape the afterlife and return to her loved ones.

In this chilling prequel to The Moon Singer Trilogy (The Crystal Clipper, The War Chamber, The Wind Rose) we learn the uncanny circumstances that informed Billie Nickerson’s decision to raise her son, David, to become a seeker of spiritual truth.  As his teacher and mentor she gave him the courage to overcome his unexpected deafness, to excel at music – and to hear the voice within that speaks from his soul.

Though Billie’s life is fraught with danger and dark spirits, and the power that David acquires places him in grave jeopardy, the story is an illustration of a mother’s love and devotion that transcends the boundaries of the here and the hereafter.

*** Book Excerpt

Chapter 9

In the Time Between Time

Billie scans the staging area.  The auditorium is filled to capacity with people milling about in their seats with anticipation.  Only they are not human entities, they are spirits of various levels of experience denoted by their auric colors, ranging from shades of white to yellow to blue.

The orchestra pit is vibrant with violet energies, demonstrating through music the highest form of spiritual evolution.  Every instrument is represented, from ancient celestas, lyres and lutes to zithers, keyboards and horns of every type.

Billie is astonished.  “What is this place? Some sort of performing hall?  I never imagined that heaven – or wherever I am – would look like this.”

“This was your life experience, Billie. The concert hall, the musicians, the crowds.  Your spirit experience will mirror your earthly experience, until you are ready to let go of it.”

“Why are there so many different colors of people?”

“That’s where they are in their soul evolution, each one having achieved a higher state of  development through their music experience.”

“But why do I have no color at all? I think I’m pretty highly developed musically.”

“Because you’ve just begun.  You are white, Blanche, a shining light but a very young soul.”

“That’s odd.  I’ve always felt like an old soul.”

“A popular New Age expression.”

Billie appreciates her guide’s humor, and a feeling of familiarity comes through.  “I know you, don’t I?  I’ve seen you before.  Why, you’re that fortune teller from the tent.  Not Dorinda, but the other one.  I never knew your name.”

“Names are not important here.  I was on a mission that required me to have no identity.”

“A mission?  For me?”

“You didn’t think you were just there in that tent having a Tarot card reading, did you?”

“Obviously not.  But you, and Dorinda – you never really existed.  You were just a figment.  No one ever saw you but me, never even saw that tent or the sign inviting people in for readings.”

“As it was meant to be.”

Billie moves freely through this first experience, then on through various portals.  People that she recognizes from her Earth life are formless, ethereal energies:  an aunt from her father’s side of the family who passed on just before Billie moved to Port Avalon; a cousin who was killed in a plane crash during his first solo flight; a friend from high school who succumbed to leukemia; a teacher who committed suicide when his wife left and took their children with her.  Their faceless forms nod in recognition as they move along on their own personal missions.

Then, emerging through a diaphanous curtain, two figures appear to Billie.   They are old now,  their auras grayed by their harsh life experiences.  Billie had seen them rarely in her last years on Earth, living miles apart as they did, then finally parted by tragedy and death.  But now, as they stand face to face, all the hurt, the anger, the conflicts they engaged in, the feelings of lonely isolation they instilled in her, the insecurities and unworthiness they passed on to her…all those feelings come to the fore and she feels on edge, a tenseness even in this sweet afterlife dimension.

If I hadn’t left them, if I had stayed near them, they would still be alive.  Maybe I could have saved them from that burning building, from an arsonist’s senseless evil. 

But then they embrace, and in their need for her, in their longing, Billie senses their sad regret, the apologies they can’t express, the forgiveness they offer her.  She melts into their agony and it transforms into her love for them.  Dissolving into a violet light, they are at last free souls.

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Author BIO – B. Roman

Roman is the author of the inspirational Moon Singer series (trilogy and prequel) and the suspense fiction, “Whatever Became of Sin?”) As Barbara Roman, she is the author of two children’s fantasy books: “Alicia and the Light Bulb People in Star Factory 13” and “Hubert in Heaven – a hi-tech angel gets his wings.” Because of her music background as a professional singer, most of her books have their roots in music theories and metaphors, entwined with the magic and mystery of metaphysical concepts and matters of ethics, faith, compassion, love, and heroism.

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In The Lime Light – Richard Ankers – The Writings


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Welcome my Friends 🙂 Happy Saturday and, once again, thank you for stopping by to see just who is In The Lime Light this weekend 🙂 I confess, I am Delighted to share a poet and writer with you who has inspired me since the first time I posted on BnV; a friend who has been around since the beginning and whose writing pushes the boundaries and makes me smile, laugh, gasp, tremble and sigh! You will agree, I am sure, when I tell you that Richard Ankers (whose wonderful blog you can find here: ) made a rare appearance in the Interview arena JUST for Booknvolume…well and for all of YOU as well…so my blathering is pointless. Lets Jump Right In shall we? 🙂

IN HIS WORDS: Richard was a Company Director in retail until finally plucking up the courage to show people the writing he had spent years shyly stashing away. Joining HarperCollins’ Authonomy site was the jolt he needed to realise people liked what he wrote. Winning a gold medal there for his book The Snow Lily, was a great boost. Since then, he has spent a long time writing and preparing a trilogy of SciFi/ DarkFantasy books which he hopes to have traditionally published. Richard stopped by for a natter, so lets put the kettle on and get right to it!

Please Introduce us to your Blog. What is it all about? What sorts of posts do you lean towards?
RICHARD: Hello, my name’s Richard. My blog is a place where I post writing and poetry that is on my mind and needs to come out, (there’s far too much in there.) I use my blog as a way of honing my skills for the longer writings that I love. I believe the more you write the better you write and I try to practice what I preach.

What Inspires and stirs your creativity?
RICHARD: Everything inspires me. I can hear a word, or see an image, or even hear something, and it sets off the creative juices. I have written a whole trilogy of books based on one simple image that I saw and was taken by. I never struggle for something to write about because I will never have enough time on this earth to write everything that’s in my mind.

What Message, if any, do you hope to Share through your blog/posts?
RICHARD: I don’t really share any message other than insisting on writing what I want. I would always encourage others to do the same. Don’t pamper to people because the most heartfelt words are those that are most honest, regardless of the length or style they are presented in.
How has your blog helped you as a writer/Indie Author? What things have you learned along the way that you never anticipated?

RICHARD: I wouldn’t say my blog has helped other than not having to worry about wasting what I’ve written. It’s given me a home for all the words.

Tell us about your book(s):
RICHARD: My first book was called The Snow Lily, a story about two abandoned children in Victorian times. I was lucky enough to win a gold medal on the HarperCollins Authonomy site through my efforts. This gave me great confidence (as I have none) and a major boost to my resume. I never had any intention to publish it but one day I might.

I am currently writing a Sci-Fi / Dark Fantasy trilogy. I have made the unusual decision to write all three books in one go and then return to them one by one in order for publishing. I want each book and the trilogy as a whole to be perfect before it goes out there. Believe me when I say, they are unlike any Dark Fantasy book you will have read. The Trilogy was going to be called Decadent Gothic but I have recently altered it to The Eternals Saga, as it’s just a touch more appropriate.
PS. Shhh! They’re almost done.

What Inspired you to write your book?
RICHARD: The whole Eternals Saga was based on a single, spectacular image that I saw. I can’t say what though, as it would give the game away.

From what Point of View do you prefer to write? Is there a reason?
RICHARD: I prefer first person but aren’t particularly bothered. I just find it easier to be in the protagonist’s shoes if I am writing as though it is me. I like to look through my main character’s eyes, so to speak.

How would you describe your “Voice” or Style of writing?
RICHARD: People have said I have a Literary style, but I would leave that to others to decide.
What genre do you prefer to write or are you truly eclectic?

RICHARD: I love every genre. I hate to be pigeonholed. But, dark fantasy and the speculative genres that abut it are my real passion. Basically, things with a fantastical element.

Do you painstakingly plot out your story; are you a discovery writer or a bit of both? Why?
RICHARD: I’m neither. I’m very lucky that the moment I have the idea the whole thing unravels in my head. I have no need to write a word of plot unless I wish to. I know exactly how it will start, finish and everything in-between within moments.

Share an insight or secret about your book(s).
RICHARD: They always have a twist near the end.

What do you feel is your best advice to share with other aspiring authors?
RICHARD: Write what you want how you want. And NEVER, NEVER EVER let anyone tell you that you aren’t good enough. Practise and you will be.

And now, the part most people hate…lets talk About YOU:


If you had to describe yourself to someone who has never met you, what might you say?
RICHARD: I wouldn’t, as I’m too shy in person. I always know what to write but never know what to say. Plus, I’ve never had a very high opinion of myself.

If you could meet one person from the past, who might it be and why?
RICHARD: Nobody in particular.

When you are NOT writing, what is your favourite pastime?
RICHARD: I love to run and do so everyday. I also love nature and all it encompasses.

Describe Your Dream Getaway Destination. Have you ever been there? What makes this place Irresistible to you?
RICHARD: My dream destination is Wengen in Switzerland and I have been there. The place has spectacular scenery, mountains to die for, and once out of the town itself is wonderfully quiet. I also love the British Lake District for similar reasons. I would love to live near mountains and am a very quiet person.

Do you have a Mantra?
RICHARD: Above all else be happy. Life is too short not to be. (Lots of people say that but don’t really mean it. I mean every word of it.)

I am honoured, Richard, that you agreed to share a bit about yourself and your writing with me/us. Thank You Ever So!

You can Follow Richard via Twitter @richardankers



Clara; Book 1 of the Stories of Lorst


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Amazon Description:

As a slave, Clara’s life extends no further than the castle kitchens and their garden. However, she carries within herself a precious gift: the ability to see the future.

When a vision prompts her to prevent a murder, Clara is shoved not only into the intrigues of the nobility but also into a civil war. As events unfold, she begins to unearth chilling secrets about the war and her supposed friends.

Driven to learn the truth, Clara embarks on a journey that takes her from her beloved mountains to the very Capital itself, Bertrand. There, she is confronted by an evil as old as the mountains–and it’s using her anger and prejudices against her. If she is not careful, not only will the entire nation be lost, but Clara’s own soul as well.

Join an amazing adventure about love, loss, and the fate of kingdoms.

A Free Excerpt from the Book:

The light flared and Clara felt herself tip forward into the brightness. She gripped the wizard’s hand as the light shifted into a multitude of colors and she continued to feel as if she fell, her skirts flapping around her. The colors spun and swirled, and she couldn’t decide if she felt joy or pain as wind whipped over her skin. Suddenly, the light faded and she dropped to her feet.

Swaying, she nearly fell but Bruin caught her.

“Easy, my lady,” he said. He smiled at her. “Did you close your eyes?”

She shook her head, grinning up at him.

He laughed. “I didn’t close my eyes on my first trip either. And I threw up when we landed. But you seem to be fine.”

Clara nodded, looking around. They stood at the top of a great tower and at their feet spread a gorgeous city, the morning light glistening off the alabaster and ivory of towering monuments, curved roofs of basilicas, grey stone and red brick of other buildings, and the haze of wood smoke overhanging it all. In the distance, light gleamed on the waters of the Lyn Tone River. Wind whistled around them and she gripped his hand tightly. Up above, a strangely shaped bird with a too-long tail flew.

“My lady,” said Bruin, “welcome to Bertrand.”

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Author Bio:

Suzanna J. Linton decided to become a writer after reading Anne McCaffrey’s Dragonriders of Pern. The novels made her want to create immersive worlds vibrant with interesting characters and involving plots. She attended Francis Marion University, where she obtained a Bachelor’s in English. In 2013, she published her first novel, Clara. Linton lives in South Carolina with her husband and their assorted pets.

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Unrequited Love, by E.L. Roux


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Amazon book description:
I might own a coffee shop, but it’s anything but normal. Magical and non-magical live in harmony, making me happy to serve them all the drinks I put my extra-special twist on. But watching Nathan, my ex-fiancé, sip lattés and ogle his new woman suppresses my seer emotions and puts a damper on my own love life.

Until Cole sweeps me up and dizzies me with kisses even as he asks me to perform a Wiccan vision quest for Nathan and his fiancé. I have to get over getting dumped or add two shots of resentment to my stinging heart—and possibly lose Cole in the process.

Heres a brief excerpt that describes one of the realms/landscapes in the book:

Nathan frowned, body a rigid line of irritation. “I wasn’t expecting you here, Jorden.”

Confused, I glanced around the magic-infused coffee shop I owned—The Top Off—and noted the smattering of small mahogany tables and brightly colored oversized cushioned chairs by the large bay windows were filled with customers. The view was normal for a Friday.

I turned my attention back to the Nathan’s hazel eyes and carefully coiffed golden-brown hair. “What are you talking about?”

He leaned against my counter, his well-dressed body one I knew intimately. His expression was concerned enough that I wanted to punch it right off his face, but I held back. I didn’t want to scare off my customers.

Nathan tugged at his ear. “We used to date.”

I clenched my teeth, unable to believe I wasted over a year of my life on him. “We were engaged.”

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E.L. Roux writes science fiction and fantasy romances filled with love, hope, and heartache. E.L. pulls from everyday life, as well as futuristic ideas, to craft stories that can be enjoyed for quick reads, or longer sojourns into an alternate reality.

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The Archangel by Pedro Adalfredo Pérez Raymond


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Arcadia is a floating citadel that has existed on earth for centuries. The Citadel is the home of the ancient Arcanian race. These angelic warriors once vanquished the evil on earth and now they live in peace. However, Millenium, a soon-to-be prince senses that peace is counting its final days, and so he decides to take the path of the sword even if this costs him the crown. This choice will make him face those who seek revenge and the destruction of Arcadia.

  • Brief excerpt: The floating city of Arcadia is a wonderful combination of science and magic soaring above our world. The city is covered with a magic cloak that makes it invisible for those outside of it. The city is fairly big, it has libraries, hospitals, schools, an academy for its army as well as a hangar. The royal palace has a garden with a small lake. The center of the citadel holds the mystic Stone of The End, a floating crimson rock that emits the energy that powers all of Arcadia.

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Pedro Adalfredo Pérez Raymond was born in Aragua Venezuela in 1991. He was raised by his grandmother. Since he was a kid, he showed great interest in writing. In elementary school, he used to invent adventure to play with his cousins and when he was on 3rd year in high school, he started writing short stories and poems. Two weeks before he entered the university, his grandmother died. In order to occupy his head into something, he relied on literature and decided to write his first book.

He married on March 2014.

He worked as an English teacher from 2016 to the beginning of 2018.

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The Masterpiece by Chiemeka Nicely


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Kidnapped by a Custodian
A mercenary for the enslaved
Possessed by a Regal entity
There are only two ways out spiritual enlightenment or death?

It is not until you step out of your bubble, do you realise your world isn’t everything you had imagined.

17-year-old Calista is a highly trained Supreme Warrior from the First Dynasty. A decade after the catastrophic Civil war, she uncovers the truth behind the Sixth Dynasty disappearance. Moments after setting foot on Kimarr, she is kidnapped by a Custodian with a strangely pale skin tone. She enters a world where the inhumane, power-hungry Kutawala enslaves her people. The more Calista delves into this new world, the harder it is for her to resist its temptation. She is thrust into the daily fight to the death and later discovers there is a bigger plan at play. She must become a mercenary for her people while a restless entity inhabits her body.

The man who issued her kidnapping believes she is the one to awaken the Legend of Bluka: the epitome of true power. The one thing she desires more than her father’s approval he can give her: the truth. With the lies unravelled, she must either accept the facts and walk the path of Enlightenment or die trying to survive in the fight to the death.

The only person standing in her way is herself.

Amazon Review by Xcalisha Johnson:

The Masterpiece by Chiemeka Nicely, was indeed that, as it kept me on the edge of my seat the entire read. This book is a mixture of coming of age and fantasy science fiction. Calista the main character is a warrior unlike any other of her race. She is special, but it is unbeknownst to her as she works to get the approval of her father by trying to show him her worth. Identified as a warrior who surpasses all, Calista becomes so much more after she realizes the power of her blue flame, which blazes within her. She comes upon a journey she never saw coming and with the help of others, Calista becomes a masterpiece. I enjoyed reading this story and hope to read more from this author. With this book, she has built a new world and has given insight into who we are as individuals, simply by overcoming our lowest of lows. The Masterpiece was action packed and definitely worth the read.

Chiemeka was born in London, UK. Her interest in science, African culture and issues in society is what encourages her to write stories that are unlike any other. Her novel and upcoming projects aim to enlighten readers and probe them into thinking deeper than what they know on a surface level. She created her own business Nicely publishing to inspire, incorporate her love for her culture, as well as self-publish her debut novel: The Masterpiece, book 1 in The Shadow I Cast series.

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Torc of Moonlight – Book 1 of the Torc of Moonlight trilogy


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Ever tossed coins into a “wishing well”? Who – or what – are you expecting to answer?

Sex, sport and alcohol are why Nick Blaketon escaped to university, but when pieces of his life start disappearing he locks on to studious Alice for stability. Drawn into her obsession with finding the shrine to a Celtic water deity, and drowning in sensual pleasure, Nick is in denial… until he sees a jewelled sword fade in his hand and knows that he, or some thing shadowing him, has held it, and bloodied it, long ago. To tell Alice will make her flee. To stay silent could kill her.

“…The transformative, menacing use of Nature is powerfully established… Excellent.”

“…The historical detail is immaculate, as is the authentic detail of modern student-life, the whole suffused with a rich pagan sexuality… Superbly gripping…”

‘Torc of Moonlight’ is the first in a trilogy of time-spanning thrillers set in English university cities pressing the North York Moors against the sea.


‘It all just got out of hand.’

Nick moved off, turning in front of the campus Law building. Murray followed.

‘Hodgson’s set the teams for the morning. We both made First. Do you think you’ll be fit enough?’

‘Of course I’m fit enough. A couple of bruises and you think I should keel over?’

‘For Christ’s sake, Nick. Don’t you ever look in a mirror when you shave? Your own mother would be hard pressed to recognise you. I’m surprised you speak as clearly as you do with that lip. How’s the rest of you?’

Bruised but unbowed, though Nick wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying so. He’d been surprised he’d slept so well, that he didn’t ache more. That could be down to the double dose of painkillers, or perhaps his body was just getting used to the punishment. Perhaps he was getting battle-hardened.

‘The stupid thing is,’ Murray continued, ‘you and Medavoy act like the best of buddies now.’

‘But that wasn’t what the kicking was for, was it?’

Murray lashed out at a loose stone on the edge of the roadway. It careened into the bushes. ‘No, it wasn’t. But we shouldn’t have got involved. None of us. It was none of our business.’

Ahead the bushes merged into thicker undergrowth and screening trees; beyond could be seen the first blocks of Taylor Court. Alice lived in Taylor Court. Nick wondered if he’d meant to come this way and decided he had.

‘Medavoy’s got First team wing.’ Murray kicked at another stone, more vehemently this time. It cracked through the shrubs and a blackbird skittered out of the cover, shrieking its alarm.

‘Have you a problem with that?’

‘Only in the fact that I feel I’ve been taken for a ride. You might have a problem with it, though. Medavoy didn’t join us in The Sanctuary after the practice. We thought he’d stuck with you. He hadn’t, had he? He was seen in The Haworth. With his arm around Louise.’

He pushed his hands deep into his jeans’ pockets and looked askance at Nick.


‘Christ, Nick! She’s going to turn up on the touchline tomorrow, isn’t she?’

‘I’ve no idea. And what’s more, Murray, I don’t give a damn.’ He drew up short, reaching out to grab Murray’s arm and pull him to a halt. ‘Look at that!’

At the edge of the shrubs leading to the covered gateway of Taylor Court sat a mottled green and brown amphibian nearly half the size of a rugby ball.

‘Good God,’ whispered Murray. ‘What the hell is it?’

‘Well, it’s a frog, you fool. It was so still I thought it was a coloured rock. Then it blinked. There, it’s blinked again. Did you see it that time?’

‘That is not a frog, Nick. My grandfather has frogs on his allotment. I know what a frog looks like, and I’m telling you, that is definitely no frog.’

Ignoring his complaining muscles, Nick slowly lowered himself on to his haunches.

‘Don’t start imitating the bloody thing!’

‘It’s looking at me. Do you see it angling its head?’

‘Of course it’s looking at you. It’s probably sizing you up for lunch. Any second its tongue is going to shoot out, lash around your throat and drag you inside its mouth. The bloody thing’s huge.’

‘Keep your voice down. You’ll frighten it away.’

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Linda Acaster is a multi-genre author whose fascination with the ancient landscapes of northern England, especially the many holy, and not so holy, springs in her locality have proved fertile ground for her Torc of Moonlight trilogy. Her other fiction includes horror and historical. In another life she was a Native American re-enactor.



The Morschen of Anaria by Stephen Trolly


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For ten thousand years and ten thousand times that, the Morschen of Anaria have dwelt in a perpetual state of warring peace with each other, wielding their elemental magic and training massive armies that all too often find their way to a battlefield.
Ten nations, who stand or fall by the sword, each with its own ancient and proud beginning, come together every year for a time of common council. For years beyond count, they have fought wars and made peace among each other, only to repeat the process a decade or a century later. But an enemy, long thought defeated in the great war that was fought at the dawn of time, has awakened once more, and his eye is fixed on the world he failed to take.
Will the one real leader that the Morschen have be able to see the meaning of a nightmare in time? Will his fellows be able to push past their disputes to name a ruler who can truly unite them? Will loyalties that have held for a thousand years stay strong under a new threat? Will a world ruled by magic and sword see a hero rise? Or will everything that they have worked for come crashing down around them?


The Broken Rudder was nicer inside than appearances suggested, having not only clean tables, but a clean floor as well. That being said, it smelled the same as the Mermaid’s Rock: heavy with tobacco and rum, thick with smoke, though not quite as much, and saltier, which she attributed to being closer to the docks and the ocean. Most people in the Broken Rudder had the look of seasoned seamen of rank, as if mostly officers frequented it. Most of the patrons wore heavy clothing. Oilskins for rain and seawater hung on a number of pegs near the door, and as often as not, the men had bare feet, though the rest wore tall boots. A group of women, clearly mercenaries, likely ship captains of one pirate fleet or another, with long swords or heavier cutlasses crossed on their backs, caught her eye for a moment. One woman with two longswords seemed especially interested in Edya, and Edya returned the woman’s scrutiny. They were all watching her intently, knowing from instinct that she would be a dangerous enemy if it came to a fight. Several people, men mostly, looked more respectable, merchants possibly, or ship captains. Quite a few were heavily armed with cutlasses and knives hanging from leather belts wrapped around their torsos. Once again, the owner was a woman with an accent she could not identify.

Stephen Trolly is a self-published fantasy author from Ottawa Canada. Stephen has been writing short stories and longer fantasy works since he was a camp counsellor at the age of thirteen. His Anarian Chronicles series currently has two books: Rising Vengeance, and its sequel, The Devil’s Dominion, both available on Amazon.

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The Ghost Killer Series by Margaret Millmore


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“What Haunts Me (Ghost Killer Book 1) was a mesmerizing introduction to George’s world. I’d strongly recommend this novel to anyone who enjoys the dark of paranormal fiction.”

“The Edge of the Cemetery (Ghost Killer Book 2) is the sequel to the supernatural thriller, What Haunts Me, following George Sinclair and his friends, all of whom have the remarkable talent of being able to see and vanquish ghosts and demons. In this book, George faces some tough demons, and has to act quickly in order to stop Gilles, one of the most powerful, murderous ghosts of all time from unleashing all kinds of supernatural danger.”

What Hunts Me (Ghost Killer Book 3) “What a great series! I wish it would keep going and going! But I guess I say that about all the great ones! In this book, Margaret does it again! “Mysterious supernatural forces are in play and the ghost killers find themselves propelled into a fight for their lives.” I just can’t take enough about this series! You need to try it for yourself!”

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Margaret Millmore lives on a quaint island in the Puget Sound, Washington with her husband and two cantankerous alarm clocks (better known as cats, who are apparently starving to death at 5 a.m. every single darn morning…).

Her first published works were flash fiction, which were featured on Bay Area artist, Kenny Mencher’s blog, The Welcome Home and Untitled – Luke N. Goode.

In 2011 she published her first full length novel, since then she’s published a three book series, another novel and her current series (via Creativia Publishing) What Haunts Me (Ghost Killer Book 1) and The Edge of the Cemetery (Ghost Killer Book 2), which was awarded the August 2016 Book of the Month award by Long and Short Reviews, and What Hunts Me (Ghost Killer Book 3), which incorporates an epic journey taken by her grandfather in 1915. The majority of her books are set in San Francisco where she lived—previous to island life—for over 26 years.

Margaret’s preferred writing genre is supernatural fiction, with the exception of her time-travel novel, The Dragonfly Door.